If she did it again, Jiang Yu would definitely choose to eat Liu Ma's salted duck eggs
"Brother Meiyu, eat, eat, eat, this fish bites the sheep, I cook it." Xia Taotao stared at Jiang Yu who stopped using his chopsticks.
"Senior Brother Jiang, eat this little blood jade recipe. It's fat but not greasy. It's a craft passed down from Meng's family and it tastes great." Meng Jingnan carefully picked up a small cup.
"Come on, Jiang Yingxiong, try the real snow on the ice platform made by me Xuan Bingzhang." Niu Wenfu, the master of Guishan Mountain, was holding a white jade bowl glowing with green light.
With tears streaming down her face, Jiang Yu picked up a small piece of Meng's cube that was as hard as blood jade, threw it into chopsticks and said, "Look at this piece of meat, it's square and square, just like..." As soon as she stood up, she was kicked over by Meng Jingnan.